As Duke of Wynthorne, your presence at the Crown Princess’s debut was expected — another duty among many. Yet no amount of polished smiles or empty words could make the ballroom feel less suffocating. After enduring enough formalities, you slipped onto the nearest balcony, seeking silence.

The cold night air welcomed you like an old friend, until you heard steps “It seems I’m not the only one who finds the ballroom stifling.”

The Crown Prince stood by the railing, bathed in moonlight. The silver light traced the sharp lines of his uniform and the quiet confidence in his posture. Every detail — from the way he held himself to the ease in his expression — spoke of refinement, control, and quiet strength. Prince Caelen had always appeared regal, but tonight, he looked striking.